Owl mittens, sweaters, etc.

Finished the Owl Mittens, thank goodness--I just have to buy a tapestry needle small enough to thread yarn through the buttonholes of 1/8th inch pearl buttons for the eyes. Just started an Anthropologie inspired capelet from the Winter '05 Catalog to match my Easter dress. Currently having a bit of trouble with the sleeves, I think I'm just not used to the raglan pattern, though it seems moderately simple...We'll see how that turns out. Turns out I was nominated out of the 200 some odd seniors as one of the top three 'Wittiest' students. Clearly my peers were strapped for options if my name got tossed in the hat.

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Senior Favorites

I feel like Senior Favorites are just another way to tell me how unpopular I am. And how unnatural it is that I only leave my room on Church holidays and days when Walmart has a sale on yarn.

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The Possum Slayer/ Mortician

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Are You Calling Me Fat?

A Day in the Life of a Garbanzo Bean [Rough Draft of my Autobiography]

Monday, March 22, 2010
I've come down with the worst case of senioritis I've ever imagined. Despite persistent efforts to study this weekend, I was forced, by nature of my affliction, to skip around in the sunshine and plant a patio vegetable garden--I enjoy pretending that I'm a hobbit. Anyway, it came to pass this morning that my dog--a rather largish black lab--had a bit of a tussle with a possum sometime in the wee hours. Rather than abandon the task of disposing of the monster to my father or, better yet, my thirteen year old brother who id genetically engineered to enjoy the sight of mangled corpses, I, the seventeen year old girl, was asked to bury the poor ole' chap while my father supervised with the flashlight [since it was still dark out] And, as I laboriously crafted a trench for the lad, I pondered the strange reversal of roles that was taking place--that I should have to tote such a weighty carcass into its earthen casket and give the pest a proper sendoff. Not that I wasn't proud; just call me the Possum Slayer. Since it is Monday, however, I had little time to gloat over my conquest of the dratted thing before time constraints forced me to school [The Dreaded Institution, Via Della Rosa, etc.] where a friend and I discussed the semblance between Keira Knightley, Gandalf the Grey, and a Shetland Pony. More to come--it's only 10 AM. Suffice it to say I'll have more news by High Tea. Pip, pip, cheerio.

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The Pioneer Woman Knitz

As always, a hectic weekend--even with an extra day to sit n' knit. I spent some time in touch with my inner pioneer this Sunday by revitalizing our terribly lacking patio. There's something enormously satisfying in chowing down on rosemary bread that comes from your very own rosemary. ['romarin', comme les français]. I'm also working on a pot of patio tomatoes and I sprinkled wildflower seeds around the clever looking design that I arranged with a broken-beyond-repair pot that had one foot in the dumpster. After I finished playing Anne of Green Gables, I sat down to finish my long-overdue fleur de lis project and listen to some Melody Gardot with a glass of lemonade. Ah, springtime.

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Owl Mittens

My next project--owl mittens. I'll get to work on this this afternoon at the fair and South Pacific. I think I'm assisting in the face painting booth. Unfortunately, I don't know how to paint faces...

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Ear Infection

So last night I was unfortunately roused from my sleep by what appeared to be an ear infection--upon waking up not in head splitting pain, I think it's just fluid trapped in my ear. I've been working on a Celtic scarf for nearly a week now and I've hit something of a standstill. On a lighter note, I'm looking forward to watching South Pacific this weekend and wishing I was in the 1940s as a nurse. Kudos to all my friends who will be performing--break a leg for me.

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